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Opis ebooka Trade Mission - Greta Bowles

Interplanetary travel requires that you adapt. We'd been sent to negotiate a trade deal. Our Commerce Union needs their Feelinite; the female leaders of this planet want our help. There's a war going on and they need a woman to negotiate with a rogue faction to achieve peace on the planet. That means I need to get along with their all-male army. Seeing how these guys are hung, it's an assignment I can throw myself into with some enthusiasm~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~"Your leader should come with us."I'd stuck my head out of the doorway of our space ship to get the lay of the land and found him standing there, waiting. Four other men stood behind him. Having said his piece, the tall man stared at me. I think he was trying to decide if I understood him. His concern was reasonable, seeing as we'd just arrived on his planet in a space ship."Hold on a sec," I said.We'd swallowed our biotranslators before landing and they were assimilating into our systems. They'd make us conversant in the local languages for a week before digestion returned them to basic proteins. Pic and I had military issue units that lacked the nuance algorithms, and speaking slang could come out weird. The Foreign Planet Service people got the good ones. Ours gave us the gist of general conversation pretty well when the units didn't crap out, but we didn't always get the full picture."I am the Ambassador, "Jenna told him, stepping forward to face him. "I am the leader of this mission and represent the governments of the Commerce Union. These are my escorts and must attend me."I have to admit that Jenna had the moves down. She held her chin up and had her shoulders pulled back as she stepped ahead of us. It was all intended to seem imperious. Unfortunately, to me it just looked silly. Her people were squarely built, rather hairy and anything but regal. Being fortunate to be of a race that is slender, hairless and with golden skin, I try not to show my prejudice, but when one of them assumes that posture it strikes me as ludicrous.The man was looking at us cautiously. Clearly he had no idea what she was talking about. Sometimes it's funny the way politicians are positive you've heard of their group when there is no reason why you should. "Why are you hiding under fabric?"I should put his question in context. The question undoubtedly seemed reasonable to him, given that he and his four men were naked. They each held a spear that to my trained eye appeared totally ceremonial. I didn't think it could cut paper. As far as clothing went, forget it."We aren't hiding," Jenna said. "In our culture we show our rank by wearing these."He didn't get it. "What do you have under the cloth that we shouldn't see?""Nothing."Although Jenna didn't know it that wasn't entirely true. Both Pic and I carried stun wands under our robes. Ambassadors like to think that protocol protects them, but Pic and I are marines. Being responsible for her security, we lean more toward the might of concealed weapons. While Jenna considered the situation, weighing the political, moral and social aspects of his request, the man stood, waiting. We seemed to be at something of an impasse.

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TRADE MISSION

by

Greta Bowles

copyright © 2015 Greta Bowles

All rights reserved

Space exploration involves adapting to the places and creatures you encounter. As a female marine, charged with protecting the Ambassador, you have to adapt quickly. This was a mission to negotiate a trade deal; the hot, well-hung males of the planet, a place where clothing was considered rude, made my mission a lot more pleasant that it might have been otherwise. And when the Ambassador sends me with a squad of horny men to negotiate a truce with another group, it takes all my skills and some hot sex to achieve my goal.

A Soft Landing

"Your leader should come with us."

I'd stuck my head out of the doorway of our space ship to get the lay of the land and found him standing there, waiting. Four other men stood behind him. Having said his piece, the tall man stared at me. I think he was trying to decide if I understood him. His concern was reasonable, seeing as we'd just arrived on his planet in a space ship.

"Hold on a sec," I said.

We'd swallowed our biotranslators before landing and they were assimilating into our systems. They'd make us conversant in the local languages for a week before digestion returned them to basic proteins. Pic and I had military issue units that lacked the nuance algorithms and speaking slang could come out weird. The Foreign Planet Service people got the good ones. Ours gave us the gist of general conversation pretty well when the units didn't crap out but we didn't always get the full picture.

"I am the Ambassador, "Jenna told him, stepping forward to face him." I am the leader of this mission and represent the governments of the Commerce Union. These are my escorts and must attend me."

I have to admit that Jenna had the moves down. She held her chin up and had her shoulders pulled back as she stepped ahead of us. It was all intended to seem imperious. Unfortunately, to me it just looked silly. Her people were squarely built, rather hairy and anything but regal. Being fortunate to be of a race that is slender, hairless and with golden skin, I try not to show my prejudice, but when one of them assumes that posture it strikes me as ludicrous.

The man was looking at us cautiously. Clearly he had no idea what she was talking about. Sometimes it's funny the way politicians are positive you've heard of their group when there is no reason why you should. "Why are you hiding under fabric?"

I should put his question in context. The question undoubtedly seemed reasonable to him, given that he and his four men were naked. They each held a spear that to my trained eye appeared totally ceremonial. I didn't think it could cut paper. As far as clothing went, forget it.

"We aren't hiding," Jenna said. "In our culture we show our rank by wearing these."

He didn't get it. "What do you have under the cloth that we shouldn't see?"

"Nothing."

Although Jenna didn't know it that wasn't entirely true. Both Pic and I carried stun wands under our robes. Ambassadors like to think that protocol protects them, but Pic and I are marines. Being responsible for her security, we lean more toward the might of concealed weapons. While Jenna considered the situation, weighing the political, moral and social aspects of his request, the man stood, waiting. We seemed to be at something of an impasse.

Finally Jenna looked over at us with a sheepish grin. "I think he expects us to undress." She was big on stating the obvious. She nodded her head in the direction of the nude men. "Clothing must be considered coarse in this culture."

Pic laughed. "You think?"

I knew that Jenna didn't care for the situation. She'd fought hard to earn the right to wear an official robe and it had to hurt her to shed it, even in the line of duty. Besides, even though she acted as if she was as bisexual as the average female, I think it bothered her to be naked in front of these men.

"It's your call, "Pie said, with a grin. He was curious if she'd do it.

She sighed and gave us a weary smile. "Well, it looks like we'd better strip. Local mores must prevail if we are going to meet the leaders."

As we shed our clothes, Pic and I managed to hide our weapons in our robes then shove them in the door of the ship for Da to collect. She's our pilot and the ship's entire crew and we knew that she was watching this play out. It was standard procedure for the pilot to video everything for playback when we returned and to document the event, mostly so the government would know who to blame if things went wrong. Knowing she was on camera made Jenna nervous under the best of circumstances. Being captured naked in front of five males (if you didn't count Pic, who'd probably fucked her once or twice on the long trip out) really made her uncomfortable.

Standing naked in front of our escorts I noticed two interesting things. First, the temperature on this planet was perfect for nudists; second, the sight of Jenna's squat, hairy body had a remarkable effect on them. They tried to act as if nothing was going on, but between the rise in their cocks and the glow in their eyes, their arousal was hard to miss. Jenna saw it too, and while she pretended not to notice, her face grew flushed.

"The male stays behind," the leader said, pointing to Pic. "The leaders won't allow a male into the conference."

Jenna looked at us. "It's okay, Ambassador," I said. "Besides, he didn't make it sound like a request. If it's a requirement of some sort what are you going to do?"

She nodded and waved at Pic. "Fine then. We proceed naked and unarmed."

Pic grinned as he slowly put his clothes back on. "I'll keep the ship ready and safe," he said. I was sure he was more delighted in having some time alone with Da.

The leader seemed to be slightly flustered, probably not entirely sure what was going on, but when he saw Pic duck back into the ship he relaxed a bit. "Follow." He turned and led off at a brisk pace. Jenna didn't seem to care that he'd never said where he was taking us. I think she had enough to deal with in making her short legs move fast enough to keep up.

Cultural Differences